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Vagabond Knights: Spanish Lands.
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Matthias sat up, his ears quickly attuned to the sounds he heard. A laugh, one that would've been drowned out by the festival if he hadn't had vampire hearing, as the smell of pirates and alcohol filled his nose. The devilish grin already spread across his face as a maniacal twinkle sparked in his eyes, and he grabbed his large cloak. "The stupid gits won't even know what hit them." a chuckle escaped from his lips as he left his caravan, staying near the shadows and making his way towards the festivities.


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